NaPoWriMo #22
CORRECTIVE
The moth sips in a way we are assured
sweetens climates even if in this correction
we learn nothing if not the obvious
scientists conjecture, children strand
a year's marvels in a drain and still
nothing conclusive nothing explosive.
What we know is still what we know
the evolving rate slows because no one
is chasing us. The eyes unfocus and soften
the bones soften our speed becomes the way
we soften. The moth sips because it probes
because it carries the hummingbird imprint
and by itself is the pattern of things.
It owes us the speed the darting zipping
flit of its mothiness. It owes us something
not seen except in the flower and not heard
in our suspended watchful eye.
The moth sips in a way we are assured
sweetens climates even if in this correction
we learn nothing if not the obvious
scientists conjecture, children strand
a year's marvels in a drain and still
nothing conclusive nothing explosive.
What we know is still what we know
the evolving rate slows because no one
is chasing us. The eyes unfocus and soften
the bones soften our speed becomes the way
we soften. The moth sips because it probes
because it carries the hummingbird imprint
and by itself is the pattern of things.
It owes us the speed the darting zipping
flit of its mothiness. It owes us something
not seen except in the flower and not heard
in our suspended watchful eye.